There's something wrong with me

Chapter 149 Ancient Martial Arts and Pang Shan

The third day, in the afternoon.

The sea breeze blows on your face.

Zhang Feng sat on the edge of the boat next to the helm, fishing with a homemade bamboo fishing rod in one hand and a somewhat worn book in the other.

Its name is "He Xing Jue", and it is an "ancient martial arts training method" that was found on a pirate ship.

As Zhang Feng watched, he would occasionally glance at the dozen or so crew members on the ship who were squatting and bracing themselves.

They swayed, their stance far from perfect, relying entirely on their experience on the ship to keep themselves afloat.

But if there are big waves or the boat is not stable, they will tilt and sway.

"The weight should be in the waist, not the legs..."

Zhang Feng glanced at them a few times and offered a few pointers.

Since there is a 'captain' in the main quest.

After much deliberation, Zhang Feng decided to begin 'martial arts training' for the crew members on the ship a couple of days ago.

In this way, you won't need to do much yourself when you encounter minor issues in the future.

Furthermore, as their physical condition improves, their rowing speed will also increase.

Zhang Feng felt that with a group of junior masters rowing for him and coordinating with the wind direction of the sails, they could probably travel a thousand miles in a day.

And within these few days.

Zhang Feng also learned some information about the ships, knowing that ships that simply sail with the wind generally travel at speeds of 15 to 40 kilometers per hour.

This ship is in the upper-mid range, with a normal top speed of 25 kilometers per hour.

The prerequisite is that the wind direction is good.

Since sailing is entirely dependent on the weather, Zhang Feng wanted to train a group of excellent 'junior master rowers'.

Let's tentatively set it at the same physical level as Dongqing.

Because Lin Island is more than 3,000 miles away from here, even if the weather is good and there is the best wind 24 hours a day, and the crew takes shifts without rest, it would still take more than three days to travel at the current speed.

But if you use your own master rowing technique, as long as there is no storm at sea, you can travel a thousand miles in a day, even without wind.

Besides.

And this secret manual.

Over the past few days, Zhang Feng has thoroughly analyzed the book by drawing inferences from similar cases.

In short, it is the old-fashioned boxing method, which can also be called 'ancient martial arts'.

It's similar to a type of stance training, specifically designed to improve one's physical condition.

Furthermore, Zhang Feng used the training methods in this book to infer his own shortcomings, learn from its strengths and make up for his weaknesses, and thus improved some of his own training techniques.

It is precisely this kind of 'filling in the gaps'.

Zhang Feng felt that in this world, he not only needed to cultivate magic techniques, but also to search extensively for 'ancient martial arts manuals'.

These are all useful training methods that can help deepen one's foundation.

Thinking.

Zhang Feng reeled in his fishing rod and saw that the bait had been washed away by the waves, or perhaps it had been eaten by a fish.

"In the first few days, 'materializing the mind (spiritual thoughts)' is indeed difficult; it's hard to separate a second thought, and it's impossible to multitask."

Zhang Feng tied another small fish to a thin rope, threaded it onto the hook, and casually tossed it out.

At this moment, fishing is just a pretense.

In reality, Zhang Feng was trying to quickly separate two spiritual thoughts by using a 'shortcut'.

The mind has already opened this morning.

But there is only one at the moment.

'In the world of Dan Jin, I opened two paths without a care in the world.'

Zhang Feng was sensing spiritual thoughts while pondering...

In reality, on the day the Z1 was rolled out, I was overjoyed, as two roads suddenly opened up.

I can find both of these feelings that are similar to "sudden enlightenment".

But it's too slow.

In the end, I only drove it twice, so my proficiency wasn't very high.

I didn't even try other methods of spirit division.

There is too little experience with spirit division.

It cannot form a wealth of theoretical knowledge.

In my opinion, multitasking shouldn't be something that only happens suddenly, but rather it follows a pattern, like a network of pathways.

Zhang Feng thought to himself, then looked at his own veins.

The earliest and most familiar network of connections.

Zhang Feng can open one in 1 second.

That's what proficiency is.

It can be said that the moment you visualize it sweeping by, you don't even need to 'pay too much attention', and it can generate overclocking.

Zhang Feng currently possesses 18 such instantaneous opening meridians.

Eight in the hands, six in the legs, and four in the torso.

Zhang Feng had also calculated that if he started with a physical standard of 10...

So, even if one's constitution is still 10 after 18 seconds, with 18 meridians and the support of countless variations in strength and data, one can completely crush a martial artist with 20 constitution.

Now, with his extensive knowledge base, he can achieve "counterattacks and one-hit kills" even when facing opponents with similarly ever-changing abilities, surpassing his own level in terms of physical strength.

If your constitution is 11, you can easily defeat those with a constitution of 21-23.

12, 23~25.

13, 25~27.

14, 28
It also started at '28', and then it caught up.

With just an 18-second start, after '28', for every 1 point of my constitution I gain, I offset 1 point of their constitution.

And at this moment.

Zhang Feng was practicing "multitasking," which is essentially divergent thinking. At this moment, he was not only watching the crew practice martial arts, but also fishing, reading books, familiarizing himself with other threads, and finally letting his mind wander, making various comparisons.

His thinking is very jumpy, like a wildly imaginative split personality.

Zhang Feng is imitating the Lingshan Immortal of the Danjin world.

He possesses his mind and spirit in the presence of a demon, and his speech is quite unconventional; he is probably suffering from this kind of 'schizophrenia'.

after that.

After a while.

As the sun slowly sets over the distant sea.

Zhang Feng stopped using this method to practice.

Because my thoughts are too chaotic, it greatly affects my memory bank.

This method is not suitable for me.

However, Zhang Feng also learned some experience about cultivating spiritual thoughts, and realized that in the path of cultivating the divine, it is not about having many methods, but about following the natural order.

Just like how one can be carefree in the world of Dan Jin, one can cultivate without worry there.

If you're happy when Z1 is deployed in the real world, then happily repair it.

We don't know what's going on in this world yet, so let's eat first, it's already dark.

……

night.

We will be spending the night at sea.

At that moment, several burly men were carrying baskets full of stones, which then sank into the water with a splash.

This is to drop anchor to prevent the ship from drifting aimlessly.

Under the starry night.

Zhang Feng ate dried fish while sitting on the side of the boat watching them drop anchor.

Now I don't have to do any work myself.

At this speed, the boat will rely on oars when there is no wind and sails when there is wind, and will stop again at night.

Even with good luck and a strong southeast wind, it will take four or five days to get to Lin Island.

Life on the high ocean is truly a test of character.

Zhang Feng finally got a taste of the life of ancient sailors, whose livelihood depended entirely on the winds that the heavens favored.

"Practice."

Zhang Feng then looked at the group who were just about to rest, saying, "If you do acupuncture for an hour before bed, you'll sleep soundly through the night."

It was the mid-16th century when 24-hour mechanical watches appeared in the West.

On this vast sea where warlords carved up the land and dynasties were scattered, people from both the East and the West lived there.

The 24-hour system dates back to ancient Egypt.

"Yes..." One-Eyed and the others responded, then continued to brace themselves while grimacing.

Although none of them had mechanical watches, and the ship didn't have such rare items, they all knew about 24 hours.

As for a more precise time, there was an hourglass on the ship.

Because of his experience as a prince in ancient times, Zhang Feng was quite used to such simple and inconvenient facilities.

……

Four more days have passed.

This morning.

After looking at the listless group, Zhang Feng felt that they would need to rest for a while before continuing their voyage once they reached land.

Without the replenishment of medicinal herbs, they could not withstand their training methods.

Even though the training method has been simplified a lot, they still can't hold on.

It seems that forming my own master rowing team will be quite difficult.

Among them were matters concerning 'money'.

Zhang Feng is now really hoping to encounter a group of 'low-level' pirates, or some troublesome ships and people.

When the time comes, we can grab and take things, and then we'll have enough money to buy medicine, including money to live on land.

Unfortunately it backfired.

For several days in a row, the sea was a vast expanse of white. Although a few ships were seen, none of them showed any intention of approaching.

This is clearly a legitimate boatman.

No one should see each other, lest anyone be tempted by the money.

There were pirate ships among them, but as soon as the pirates saw their ship heading towards them, they turned around and ran away.

It darted faster than a rabbit.

Then, their own ship couldn't catch up.

at the same time.

While Zhang Feng was pondering spiritual cultivation.

The one-eyed helmsman suddenly turned to Zhang Feng, who was standing on the side of the boat, and said, "Brother Zhang, Xuanpang Mountain is ahead. Once we get there, we'll be only a thousand miles away from Lin Island."

"A thousand miles..." Zhang Feng felt a headache coming on just hearing that. He had only traveled a little over a thousand miles in seven days.

But I heard him say something about mountains.

I noticed that the nearby crew members were all gazing into the distance.

Zhang Feng also looked in that direction. The mountain looked quite large, lush and green, standing on an island that was five miles wide, occupying nine-tenths of the island's width.

At this moment, we are still more than ten miles away from there. Let's stretch out our hands again, judge the wind direction, and calculate the combination of water flow and human effort.

Zhang Feng estimated that it would take about half an hour to reach the island.

After several days at sea and gaining an understanding of wind science and the like.

Zhang Feng is now considered a semi-veteran captain.

"Let's see if there's anything else on the island." Zhang Feng was tired of eating dried fish and wanted to try something different.

"Okay, Brother Zhang!"

"Keep it up, brothers!"

The crew members were also very excited, some adjusting the sails and others paddling.

They also wanted to try something different.

If we could spend another night on the island and get a good night's sleep, that would be even better.

Because when they sleep on the ship, they often need to be tied up.

Otherwise, the ship would rock back and forth, or a storm would come, and a big wave would come, and they could be thrown from one end to the other while they were sleeping.

Crash-

The boat continued sailing towards the mountains ahead.

Zhang Feng then put away his fishing rod and went to the helm, trying to steer the ship like the one-eyed man.

"Brother Zhang, Xuanpang Mountain is very big." One-Eyed said in a flattering tone as he saw Zhang Feng approaching, "When I came here a few years ago, there were still chicks on the island, and they tasted really fresh!"
"Once we get to the island, my brothers and I will catch you a few!"

"Thank you." Zhang Feng nodded, then thought for a moment, "Xuan Pangshan? That name is a bit of a mouthful, let's just call it Pangshan."

"Okay!" One-Eyed replied with a smile, then suddenly rubbed his itchy nose.
"That's strange, my nose started to itch as soon as I arrived in Pangshan."

"Me too..." Two other crew members nearby, who were also checking the wind direction, rubbed their noses vigorously.

'Itchy?' Zhang Feng didn't feel anything at first, but after a few seconds, his nose also started to itch a little, but he couldn't smell anything unusual.

However, something unusual must be going on.

Zhang Feng felt that this was some kind of 'colorless and odorless' gas that could cause symptoms such as nasal allergies.

“There’s something in the air,” Zhang Feng concluded.

"What? There's something there?"

"Quickly pull up the water-soaked cloth!"

"Be careful something doesn't get into your brain!"

Upon hearing something, One-Eyed and the crew members immediately reached into the bucket next to them, pulled out several wet strips of cloth, and covered their mouths and noses.

"What are you doing?"

The crew members in the distance saw this and also shouted out.

"Brother Zhang said there are bad things in the sky!" One-Eyed believed Zhang Feng and pointed to his nose, "They're trying to get into our noses!"

"Bad thing?"

"That explains why my nose was a little itchy..."

Hearing this, the surrounding crew members also frantically searched for cloth.

Some people picked up buckets and threw them under the boat to fetch water.

Zhang Feng glanced at them, and after seeing the chaos on the boat, he turned to One-Eyed.

Du Lan was holding a relatively clean cloth and handing it to Zhang Feng.
"Brother Zhang, this is new cloth."

"Hmm." Zhang Feng took it and asked the one-eyed man, "How many times have you been here?"

“I’ve passed by three times.” One-Eyed tightened the cloth bandage around his mouth and nose, his voice muffled. “It seems like once seven years ago, once last year, and once today.”

As he said this, he pointed to the crew members looking around, "Some of them are doing this for the first time, and some are doing it for the second time."

"Is it still itchy?" Zhang Feng asked again.

"Correct."

"I get really itchy every time I come here."

"This sea is so strange..."

One-Eyed and the other people who had passed by several times nodded.

“Hmm.” Zhang Feng nodded. “Although I don’t know what this ‘itchy stuff’ in the air is, you’ve passed by several times without any problems, so it should be fine.”

So you don't need to wear the cloth strip anymore; it makes your speech sound strange and hard to understand.

“Huh…” One-Eyed and the others were stunned for a moment, but then they thought about it and it seemed to make sense.

If something were to happen, it would have happened long ago.

Besides, now that we can smell it, there's no way to stop it.

So they untied the water cloth again.

Only a few crew members remained, clinging to the hope that they might be able to hide, and continued to wear them.

People have different ideas.

The one-eyed man and the others didn't laugh at their cowardice, nor did anyone say anything to them. Instead, they were all looking at Zhang Feng.

"Brother Zhang, then we..."

As he spoke, the one-eyed man pointed to the distant Pangshan Mountain, "Go around it?"

“If you listen to me,” Zhang Feng said, gazing at the distant mountains, “let’s go take a look.”

Zhang Feng wasn't particularly interested in hunting or anything like that.

But now something seems strange.

Zhang Feng, however, became interested.

As Zhang Feng spoke, he glanced towards the cabin again.
"Around this time, the captain should be waking up soon. Let's call him and head ashore to take a look."

……

Whoosh—

The ship anchored to the northwest.

Here's a good landing spot.

Then, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, everyone fell into the water one by one and swam to the shore.

The elderly, children, and women were helped up by the other crew members.

Zhang Fengyou, who was at the very front, looked back again.

When we reach Lin Island, or some other large island or mainland, it would be best to properly settle the ordinary people on the ship and then replace them all with able-bodied young men.

Thinking.

As soon as Zhang Feng landed on the island, his body trembled slightly, and most of the water stains on his clothes disappeared.

"Is Brother Zhang even more amazing now...?"

"What kind of martial art was that just now?"

The people behind them stared wide-eyed at this incredible sight.

"You all stay here and rest for a while."

Zhang Feng didn't say much to them and walked straight towards the mountain ahead.

Now we're closer.

With his close-up observation, Zhang Feng could clearly see a large patch of strange flowers on the mountainside, 600 meters away.

They are about thirty centimeters tall, with pale flowers, including their rhizomes.

The whole thing was a blinding white expanse, reflecting the midday sun, creating a visually awkward effect.

It was as if a large expanse of clean white paper had been laid out on the mountainside.

rustle-

Zhang Feng remained silent and walked directly in that direction.

After passing through a sparse grove of trees, we arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Looking to the left, there is a man-made mountain path not far away.

But there are no signs of human habitation, such as small houses, at the foot of the mountain on this side.

'As we were nearing the shore, One-Eyed mentioned that there seemed to be some residents here, all living in the mountains.'

Zhang Feng pondered as he climbed the mountain.
But he never actually went up the mountain.

He usually stays on the island for a few hours, takes a break, and then leaves.

His reasoning was likely based on these man-made steps.

However, if there really are people on the mountain, I wonder how they endure an itchy nose. Are they just used to it?

Zhang Feng's nose is still very itchy, but he has also noticed that some seagulls and other birds are no longer circling around on this side of the mountain.

Growing fruit here would seem like a great idea.

In the modern world, urban seagulls may be more interested in food in people's hands, but ancient seagulls would still eat fruit from small islands.

In Zhang Feng's memory, before he boarded the ship, the fruit grown on the island was often destroyed by these seagulls.

Wow!

Zhang Fengshang climbed the mountain and soon arrived at the Itchy Flower.

To be honest, Zhang Feng actually wanted to try one to see what the specific effects were, but his physical condition wasn't good right now, so he decided against it.

"You are……"

Just then, a middle-aged man emerged from the nearby flower bushes, chewing on a flower and looking at Zhang Feng warily.

woohoo...

It was also the voices of middle-aged people that were heard.

A dozen or so people emerged from behind the surrounding rocks; they were all local residents.

They are also the strongest fighting force guarding the front door.

"I was just passing by and stopped here to rest."

Seeing that they showed no hostility, only wariness, Zhang Feng pointed to the foot of the mountain in the distance.

"That's my ship, my people."

"Is this a place to rest?" They also looked down.

One of them was holding binoculars. He only relaxed when he saw that there were old and young people in the crowd on the shore, and that they were all enjoying themselves.

If they were pirates, they would basically be a group of fierce-looking young men.

Zhang Feng paid more attention to the physical condition of these people and found that their physical condition was generally around 30-45.

These are a bunch of businessmen who are 1.5 times more powerful than the market!
And they all have a very strange way of practicing.

We need to try to find out.

The premise is how to integrate into it.

……

into the night.

One-Eyed and his companions have already made it halfway up the mountain.

Zhang Feng also quickly integrated into this small group of people using his own special methods.

"Yes, the soil composition used for planting..."

Zhang Feng was teaching these people how to grow fruit, and he also addressed the young men practicing martial arts there:
"The fusion of qi and strength is not achieved through mental focus, but through long-term practice, allowing the force to be released naturally..."

One farms, the other teaches martial arts.

In just one afternoon, Zhang Feng became the head teacher of this 'family of 100'.

Knowledge is so powerful that it can subdue the enemy without fighting.

These dozen or so businessmen, each with a capital of 1.5, now treat themselves with the same reverence as gods.

(End of this chapter)